Writer's Block

Could not write because of that old nemesis writer's block, so I decided to foil him, and use him as inspiration. Check and mate.

Blank  pages

Scattered thoughts

A voice screaming in the background



What are you trying to say?

What story are you trying to tell?

The words are never right

The story never written

Can't seem to see the problem

Though it's vision is 20/20




Time wasted chasing dead ends

Morning dawns on no achievments

Pen broken in two with uncontrollable rage

But wait!

A spark

A nugget of gold

The story that was waiting to be told

Crumpled paper is discarded for a fresh white sheet

But alas poor Yorick

My pen is broken at my feet

The End

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